Wen Xian pushed open the door of the sleeping chamber.
His slender fingers, as cold as Jade, rested on the door frame and tightened slightly. He had just entered when he smelled a warm fragrance, but he couldn't tell what it was.
However, it was intoxicating to smell it. It also had the unique Ambergris of an Emperor, which was a strong fragrance.
The man's beautiful and clean eyes flickered a little. He slowly walked in, and what greeted his eyes was the Royal bed with the gauze curtain down. He could vaguely see the beautiful figure inside.
The Empress's lowered voice was a little hoarse.
"Why are they so slow?"
Wen Xian was speechless.
He didn't answer, and even his footsteps stopped. The expression in his eyes was a little dark.
This woman ... This was ridiculous!
